Homer: So, how's it going, Grimey?
Grimes: I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of my office, Simpson.
Homer: [laughs] Wish I had a nickel every time I heard that.
[walks around idly, making annoying sounds]
[off key] Take me out to the ball-game, take me out to the
ballll ...
So, what's new, Grimey?
[alarms blare and red lights go on at Homer's work station]
Grimes: Simpson, you've got a 513.
[Homer looks at his watch]
Grimes: No, a 513. In your procedures manual -- a 513?
{Homer looks at his watch again]
Grimes: [points] Look at your control panel.
Homer: [looks] Oh, a five THIR-teen. I'll handle it.
[calmly walks next door, takes a bucket of water and pours it
on the console. This shorts it out and silences the alarms]
That got it.
[Grimes looks through the window, aghast]
-- "Homer's Enemy"
